It was too far away for details but the shape seemed familiar
The motion of fabric in the wind called to mind sea cliffs
A lonely lover weeping silent. Waiting or a speck on the horizon to
resolve into her lost lover. Knowing all the while how impossible it would be. Daring to hope, at least in the pit of her heart.
Hands clasped firmly and pressed against the gaping wound in the pit of her stomach that throbs with every breath. She leans into the ocean breeze, letting it hold her above the great space and sharp rocks below the thought never solidifies but temptation hovers in the gray area around her pain, and an end to that pain is so desired, so needed..
If I could I would rush out to this person and take her hand, pull her back from that thought, that chance.
Here, life is moving on.
The sadness of this conjured thought is taking my breath away, a lump builds in my throat. I rub my eyes and head briskly shaking loose with a chuckle, these emotions that surge within me as I sit in traffic on the brink of tears.
6/29/04
No piece of soil will e'er be mine
Just plant me in the salty brine
When time is up and death is mine